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January 13, 2009

EMTs Aren't Attracted To Skeletons Holding Urine Samples


When I get sick enough that I find myself too disgusting to look at in the mirror, things have to be bad.
I went to the ER on Sunday night. It was 7pm and I had been vomiting for 24 hours, and could no longer hold down a sip of water. I was deathly afraid that I had an infection from my surgery.

While laying in a bed between a raggedy old broad with a kidney stone and a coughing old man with his 6 family members, I desperately tried to drown out everything, including my fear, with a little Adult Swim on Comedy Central.
I needed to get an X-Ray to see why my body wasn't working, and had to give a urine sample to make sure I wasn't pregnant. Yea........... So I dragged myself to the ER bathroom, holding onto some random nurse I grabbed along the way. After taking 10 minutes to find a drop of pee, I bundle up and get ready for the 45 sec torturous walk back to Bed No. 2.

I swing open the door and a bed was blocking my exit. On the bed was a giant woman sitting halfway up on, listening to a nurse yelling from across the ER. The man pushing the bed sees me and apologizes and moves the bed.

The man turned out to be an EMT. Now I'm not attracted to people because of their professions (ok that's a lie, I prefer artists or other tortured souls), but the two EMTs pushing this woman were good-looking. Very good-looking.

And they scooted by me without a second look (or a first one really). Oh my god. That never happens. On a normal night, I would be dressed in a vintage top, jeans and platform wedges, big earrings and perfect mod hair. Even going to the hospital I prefer to look somewhat nice. But Sunday was bad. They couldn't look at me. My eyes were so black and sunken that it was almost hard to see them, my cheek bones were protruding, my hair was unwashed and somewhat pulled into a pitiful ponytail. And I was holding a urine sample.

I felt disgusting. There were no exchanged glances or sly smiles, only an 'excuse me' as I shuffled away holding a cup of warm urine. But what did I expect?

I feel disgusting. Absolutely fucking disgusting.


Photo by Reuters Pictures.

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